Today we visited with grandpa Glenn and Edna, where I nervously cranked up the old Silvertone phonograph to play “Beer Barrel Polka”:

We returned to the RV in the early evening, where the restaurant next door was hosting a group of classic cars:

I rode from the RV to the summit of Rib Mountain, Wisconsin’s tallest mountain relative to its local terrain:

On the way back I had to summit “Crazy Steepy”, which maxed out at 24% grade.  Click the Vel and Alt buttons on the upper edge of the map to display the ride graph:

Crossing the Big Rib River:

I still prefer the rugged majesty of the West, but the Midwest has its own beauty:

The fog settles into the valleys at sunset: